you carry your burdens with a slight stoop of your frame. looking at you, no one would suspect, your body aches from the onslaught of many storms. your face, well-worn book, scratched page by page, shines with love. time has made a map on your skin, scribbled with grooves, scars and webbed lines. you mend our broken bones with sap, our shattered hearts with green. your wrinkled hands are salve to our misdeeds and disastrous accidents. with textured depths and firm roots, you show us your wisdom as we rise, flying with the gulls. we carry your words wherever we go.
wild lilac blooms along
unpaved path, stony with dust-
lighthouse flickers- steady
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday ~ A tribute to the beauty and wisdom of mothers and grandmothers ~ Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~ Thanks for the visit ~